It’s a Monday.  And it feels like one.

Standing at desk, developing new Sales content, communicating with Leads, trying to de-clutter my fucking desk.  How successful am I, will I be?  Will let you know.

12:11, not hungry.  Not fucking running that’s for sure.  My mood is off.  And this blog now my sole focus.  All connected to being a “sales professional”, but even that phrasing, I don’t know, has me saying “What the fuck” to myself.

The back and forth on some shit has stopped for a minute, and just in time for me to really make a decision about creative effort.  And that is, why create for others?

Build and carve content for ME.

Whatever happens, make a Story out of it.  This might be hard sometimes, depending on what transpires of course.  But I start with this…

Inward Musing…. Learning about the character Mike Madigan right now today this Monday in nearly-mid Feb.  How the fuck did that happen?

Quiet in the office.  Itching to work offsite.  Pretending like the loft is gone, sold, not an option.  So.. where would I go, close by?

My buddy’s restaurant, maybe.